The left hand, in Senegal, is reserved for one thing. It is your toilet paper. I guess that is why, when you are going away for a long time, you shake with the left hand. It's kind of like saying, "Screw you for leaving me." Ansumana drove us to Banjul. The border was tricky. We should have been issued transit visas as we were not staying in the Gambia overnight. However, the border agents claim that you have to use a different road if you want a transit visa. This particular border agent had a tough time when he visited the U.S., and he was trying to stick us for 4 x $40 visas. Ansumana negotiated half this and we were back on our way. He dropped us at the airport and we went to check in. The lady working the check in checked our bags, but failed to give us boarding passes. We realized this just after walking away and returned to ask for them. Somehow they were unable to print the passes normally. They had to do it in the main office, which was above the conveyor belt. I provided them with our email confirmations and 1.5 hours later (miraculously) we had our boarding passes and it was time to board.